Bill Wyman Quotes
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I was never pretty, never really popular. I was lanky and funny looking.
Tanya Roberts
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Gold and silver from the dead turn often into lead.
R. Buckminster Fuller
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Words outlive people, institutions, civilizations. Words spur images, associations, memories, inspirations and synapse pulsations. Words send off physical resonations of thought into the nethersphere. Words hurt, soothe, inspire, demean, demand, incite, pacify, teach, romance, pervert, unite, divide. Words be powerful.
Inga Muscio
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I almost went broke. I didn't file bankruptcy, but I had some miserable times there for two or three years.
Carlos Beruff
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Hindsight. It's like foresight without a future.
Kevin Kline
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The union of the mind and intuition which brings about illumination, and the development which the Sufis seek, is based upon love.
Idries Shah
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Men come together in cities in order to live: they remain together in order to live the good life.
Aristotle
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Wives invariably flourish when deserted; ... it is the deserting male, the reckless idealist rushing about the world seeking a non-existent felicity, who often ends in disaster.
William McFee
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Football, played at its highest level, is catastrophic. Even relatively minor afflictions are grotesque and bookworthy.
Steve Rushin
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Dressing up is a bore. At a certain age, you decorate yourself to attract the opposite sex, and at a certain age, I did that. But I'm past that age.
Katharine Hepburn
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Honestly, there have been some pretty good Marvel games, but I don't think there's ever been a great one.
Warren Spector
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Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after. Thus, the most ordinary movement in the world, such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one, may agitate a thousand odd, disconnected fragments, now bright, now dim, hanging and bobbing and dipping and flaunting, like the underlinen of a family of fourteen on a line in a gale of wind.
Virginia Woolf